Wounded Landscapes

A dawn of innocence, a fragile bloom undone,
A shadow's darkness where a new day never begun.
A father's distant shore, a chorus of scorn,
Leaving a soul perpetually torn.

Then love's mirage, in toxic hues it gleamed,
A dance with shadows, a future undreamed.
A blinding rush, a metal's brutal kiss,
A will to oblivion, dragging you to the abyss.

The siren call of the vein, a lover's decay,
A tapestry of falsehoods, stealing light away.
The tremor of a fist, the stalker's unseen gaze,
A silent terror in a disorienting maze.

A labyrinth of hearts, where truths were disguised,
A hollow intimacy, a spirit compromised.
And then the violation, a brutal, stark intrusion,
Leaving a silence that defies all resolution.

A litany of hands that bruise and defile,
A stark imbalance, a stolen fragile smile.
A landscape etched with betrayal's cruel design,
A relentless struggle to reclaim what's mine.

The brush of skin, a sudden, sharp recoil,
As phantom hands disturb the fragile soil.
A primal fear, a shudder deep inside,
Where trust lies broken, and safe touch has died.
I yearn to shed this skin of constant fight,
To meet a gentle touch without the spite.

His gaze, a balm that soothed my fractured view,
With endless patience, understanding true.
Kindness his language, spoken without cease,
We walked a world where our two souls found peace.
A sweet obsession, a shared knowing glance,
Of life's unfolding, a complicated, tender dance.

Then with  intellect, and a luminous grace,
A love that promised solace and a sacred space.
A mind that shone, a spirit strong and bright,
A constellation mending fractured night.

Yet even brilliance can succumb to the void,
A love extinguished, a future destroyed
By cruelest twist, a life tragically brief,
Leaving you standing amidst inconsolable grief.